Alaric Loses Virginity To Lyra Steele, His Mother (R-18)

Lyra's touch, placing Alaric's hand on her breast, was a silent plea, a complete surrender. The soft moan that escaped her lips was a testament to the pent-up desire that had been simmering within her for weeks, now finally boiling over. Alaric, sensing the complete shift in her demeanor, the utter abandonment of her previous attempts at subtlety, dropped the pretense of polite conversation. The game was over. He had won.

 

He looked down at his mother, her eyes still closed, her face flushed with a mixture of anticipation and fear. He could feel the rapid beating of her heart beneath his hand, the soft warmth of her skin radiating through the thin fabric of her nightgown. A predatory gleam entered his eyes. The time for gentle teasing was over. Now was the time for claiming his prize.